The Pride of an Ex
episode 23

"Al, there's something Papa wants to talk to you about. This is serious." said Papa while upholding the body.

I was a little tense, anxious to wait for the next word Papa would say.

"You know too, Al. Papa is old, it won't always be your shield at all times."

"Papa mean what the hell is that talking like?Don't wanna melow ah, Pa." I tightened my body at Papa, hugging his waist tightly.

"Dengerin first, Al. This is not melow, precisely this discussion is very happy. For Papa, also for your future."

"My future? Papa want to share the inheritance with me and Seila?" I looked up, saw Papa without letting go of his hand.

"Basically naughty, the inheritance is in your brain." Papa patted my forehead while giggling amusedly.

I miss you so much at a moment like this. Where I was like a kid joking around and spoiling at my first love boy.

I kept hugging, drowning my head in Papa's chest, until finally this intimacy had to end when Seila took my place.

That kid, always wanted to be with Papa. Sticky, like new stamps, do not want to be separated.

"So what's Papa talking about?" I reminded Papa of the initial discussion.

"Yes, Papa wants to talk about your matchmaking with his son Pak Gunawan."

I guessed it, it must be about that.

My body slumped, deliberately sitting on the floor with my head leaned against the sofa.

"Mom..."

"For your future. Papa will no longer believe in your choice, Al. That's disappointing, isn't it?"

"That's what it used to be, that it won't be anymore, really."

Papa shook his head.

"Unless you introduce a candidate that Papa knows and Papa knows very well who the man is." continued Papa.

I raised my head, looking closely at Papa's eyes. "really? ask me with sparkling eyes.

"Try it, it's definitely better Papa's choice. What a hard thing you're doing, Al. Always on his own." Papa grumbled as he lifted Seila's body, taking her to the playground provided by Mama and Papa for his granddaughter.

As far as Papa goes, I just silently daydreamed about my fate. Why is my marriage not as beautiful as everyone else?.

Why should you feel disappointed and widowed at a young age?

Maybe because there was too much sin and disobedience to the parents, so God did not condone my marriage, and showed me who Nathan really was.

Yeah, it might be.

"Who are you for?" my many.

"For Neng Alira."

I scrunched my forehead. There was a guest for me, but no idea who it was.

I walked following bi Ijah to the living room. There's nobody there. Bi Ijah continued walking and stopped at the doorway.

"Where's the guest?" ask me again for confusion.

"That's outside, Neng."

I nodded my head looking out of the house. It turned out to be true, there was a man standing in the gate.

I walked there to ask him what he meant to see me.

"What do you need, huh?" my many.

"The boy whose name is Alira?"

"Yes, I."

"It's a package for mbak." the man in the chocolate jacket gave me a big enough box.

I just kept quiet and didn't take the thing. Afraid, if it'll hurt me.

"What's this, mas?".

"I don't know either, either. I'm just a courier who was told to deliver this directly with Alira. Please sign here first." said the man giving the book and pen.

After getting my receipt, the courier left me with a box I couldn't guess what it was.

Could it be terror?

Oh, my God, it's creepy that my guess is true.

When I was confused looking for the name of the sender, my eyes caught a greeting card attached to the bottom side of the box.

I picked it up, read the card with my eyes glaring.

"Yes God... What the fuck is this."

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